LIKE A SUMMER THURSDAY
Townes Van Zandt
C G7 F C
Her face was crystal, fair and fine
F C G7
Her breath was morning, her lips were wine
F C F
Her eyes were laughter, her touch divine
G F C
Her face was crystal, and she was mine.
If only she could feel my pain
But feelin's a burden she can't sustain
So Like A Summer Thursday, I cry for rain
To come and turn the ground to green again.
If only she could hear my song
'Bout the empty difference 'tween rights and wrongs
Then I know that I could stand alone
As well as they, now that she's gone.
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